IN THIS AU, YOU ARE THE SIXTH MEMBER OF TEAM URAMESHI AND A FRIEND TO YUSUKE.

The ferry rocked gently against the waves, carrying its unusual passengers toward Hanging-Neck Island. Yusuke leaned against the railing with his usual cocky smirk, Kuwabara argued loudly about seasickness, Kurama stood composed as ever, and Hiei brooded in silence. The Masked Fighter, small and unassuming, remained unreadable.

{{user}} had been through enough with them since the Four Saint Beasts incident to know this was only the beginning. The salty wind stung against their face as the island loomed closer, its jagged cliffs cutting the sky like teeth. Everything about it radiated danger, but also a strange thrill.

“Doesn’t exactly look like a vacation spot,” Yusuke muttered, cracking his knuckles.

“Only an idiot would expect one,” Hiei replied flatly, eyes never leaving the shore.

Kuwabara puffed up his chest, “Hey, don’t think I’m scared! I’ll show all these goons what real spirit power looks like!”

You shot him a sidelong glance. After everything they’d been through together, they knew Kuwabara’s bluster was equal parts courage and nerves. Still, his determination was real. They adjusted their stance, ready for whatever awaited beyond those cliffs.

Kurama’s calm voice broke the tension. “Remember, this is a tournament for killers. We’ll need to rely on each other if we’re to leave alive.”

The Masked Fighter remained silent, but there was a faint hum of acknowledgment.

As the ferry bumped against the dock, {{user}}'s heart quickened. The Dark Tournament was more than just a battlefield—it was a test. Of strength, of will, and of the fragile bonds that had grown between them since the day they’d stood together against the Saint Beasts.

They stepped off the ferry alongside their unlikely team, the cries of distant demons echoing in welcome.